angelwithacrossbow:
Daryl can’t help but letting out a growl when feeling the gun to his head. He was ill prepared and didn’t watch himself, “What makes ya think I got enough fer ya?” He grumbles out, his grip on the crossbow tightening.
“What makes you think I care, you give me what I need... or I shoot and work my way through your group until SOMEONE gives me what I need” Not something she would do on any other day but seeing how how starving she was it might just cross that line... “Let’s go, leave the crossbow here”









